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I wore your t-shirt,
The material brushing against my thighs
You had resting apon your face,
The sweetest of smiles
As you wrapped your arms around my waist
Pressing your weight against my body
I forget about all else
as my eyes pleaded for your kiss.
And with your lips against mine
Our tounges danced.
With the rythem of our hearts providing the beat

2 Responses to “tango”

I partner in tango competition with a man who tells me before every dance that he’s having me on the floor, and he does in an odd sort of way. Tango is hot, passionate, and untamed, like your words. Well said.